Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tell Me The Truth About Love, artist - Cleo Laine. Album song Wordsongs, in the genre Date of issue: 31.12.1985
Record label: A Verve Label Group Release;
Song language: English
Tell Me The Truth About Love |
| Some say that love’s a little boy |
| And some say he’s a bird |
| Some say he makes the world go around |
| And some say that’s absurd |
| But when I asked the man next door |
| Who looked as if he knew |
| His wife got very cross indeed |
| And said it wouldn’t do |
| Does it look like a pair of pyjamas |
| Or the ham in a temperance hotel? |
| Does its odour remind one of llamas |
| Or has it a comforting smell? |
| Is it prickly to touch as a hedge is |
| Or soft as eiderdown fluff? |
| Is it sharp or quite smooth at the edges? |
| O tell me the truth about love |
| Our history books refer to it |
| In cryptic little notes |
| It’s quite a common topic on |
| The Transatlantic boats; |
| I’ve found the subject mentioned in |
| Accounts of suicide |
| And even seen it scribbled on |
| The backs of railway guides |
| Does it howl like a hungry Alsatian |
| Or boom like a military band? |
| Could one give a first-class imitation |
| On a saw or a Steinway Grand? |
| Is its singing at parties a riot? |
| Does it only like Classical stuff? |
| Will it stop when one wants to be quiet? |
| O tell me the truth about love |
| I looked inside the summer-house; |
| It wasn’t over there; |
| I tried the Thames at Maidenhead |
| And Brighton’s bracing air |
| I don’t know what the blackbird sang |
| Or what the roses said; |
| But it wasn’t in the chicken-run |
| Or underneath the bed |
| Does it pull extraordinary faces? |
| Is it usually sick on a swing? |
| Does it spend all its time at the races |
| Or fiddling with pieces of string? |
| Has it views of its own about money? |
| Does it think Patriotism enough? |
| Are its stories vulgar or funny? |
| O tell me the truth about love |
| Your feelings, when you meet it |
| I’m told, you can’t forget |
| I’ve sought it since I was a child |
| And I ain’t found it yet |
| I’m getting on |
| What kind of creature it can be |
| When it bothers people so |
| When it comes, will it come without warning |
| Just as I’m picking my nose? |
| Will it knock on my door in the morning |
| Or step in the bus on my toes? |
| Will it come like a change in the weather? |
| Will its greeting be courteous or bluff? |
| Will it alter my life altogether? |
| O tell me the truth about love |
| Please, come on and tell me the truth about love |
| Come on and tell me the truth about love |